A funny event occurred over the weekend. This huge pheasant was attracted into our yard from some seed that was blowing out of a bird feeder. It was just 3 feet or so from my basement window when I was able to grab a camera.

The funny part was that I then noticed Gimli, our mighty bird hunter of a cat, stalking him. He stopped about 15' away, stared at him for a while, then turned around and wanted in the house.

The result, one demoralized hunter sulking in his basket of shame.

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With great power comes Awesome irresponsibility.

What's that white stuff on the ground, ha? None of that out here at the moment.

I luv the name. Gimli, Manitoba is where I underwent pilot training in 1967 & became a Flight Instructor there til 1971 when the base closed. It was white like that every winter & often hit -40C in those days. I do remember the square tires...

Great pics, Andrew. Yes, Gimli definitely appears to be "demoralized" and "sulking".

Occasionally I've noticed the neighbor's cat creeping stealthily toward a squirrel on it's stomach, never achieving success, of course. You wonder how domestic cats learned the proper hunting technique. All I can figure is that maybe they watched while African nature shows were demonstrating this on the TV.